#//Bl3ss just 'how fast can I clean things? Uhhhhhh very-'

[reflections-of-mobius]

The blood that had been at the door to the inn, and the crimson-splattered hybrid standing in the main lobby, had definitely been enough to pick up Bless' heartrate. While it had been several months since the last Event, the memories of its troubles still lingered in the hedgehog's mind- and had flashed to the forefront, seeing one of his partners so caked in red.

"I'll just be glad you gave whoever it was something to think about, if they ever try anything again..." Though given the mess, he doubted that would be the case. A small smile crossed his own face, trying to push the imagery from his head. At least he was alright. In a Sonic-second, and a blast of a breeze, the mess on the floor- at least, that that Volt wasn't standing on (if any)- was gone.

The floorboards were clear once more.- There was a 'clack' as something in the kitchen fell, resulting in a quick hand-wave from Bless. Nothing to worry about- just whatever he'd used settling back into place.

"I'll keep an eye on the front....it'll take me a bit longer to get the blood outta the area out front, anyway." It wasn't as much, obviously, but blood was a little more likely to turn away regular guests.

"N' I wouldn't mind helpin', so I guess we're at an imp---....agreement." Node shook their head. Right quote, wrong circumstances. Seeing Volt smiling, though, was helping to ease the little worry that remained. Blood be damned, Node still lightly tapped their head against Volt's arm. "...still...next time, if y'can...y'know I wouldn't mind helpin' beat a bitch."

Volt would admit, he looked a right mess. The bounty hunter had come in looking for information and hadn’t been satisfied with the hybrid’s answers and tried to threaten him for me. He hadn’t been worried about himself but when the other’s eyes had moved towards the sounds of the kitchen where Node had been was when he’d stood up.

From the moment he jumped over the counter, he knew this was not going to be as simple as asking the hunter to leave.

So he’d done what he always did. Dodge, block, and parry the weapon while ignoring the slices it inflicted on his body in the process. All while never using his own claws until he had very little choice.

When they had sidestepped him and attempted to get to the kitchen through the dining area, claws were buried in the closest shoulder and the hunter found themselves being thrown quite literally out the front door.

But it didn’t matter now. His injuries had been healed and his partners were both okay. The most Bless might have seen on his way in was the blood on the snow outside from where the bounty hunter had landed.

He offered them both smiles and gestured to his mess of fur.

“I’m fine. Been through worse.” Which wasn’t a lie, but there was a nod given to Node. “I wouldn’t mind the company.”